Chapter 81 The first crack in the collapse of the dam
Klein observed Helen's slender palms turning up and down with curiosity, feeling a little strange.
When did "Bishop Rose" still have this ability?
It's like when you go to the hospital one day and the hospital staff tells you that the doctor who just treated you is a qualified butcher, it's funny and scary.
As if seeing Klein's doubts at this time, Helen restored the dislocated joint in advance, and Evan, whose right hand returned to normal, took the initiative to explain:
"Helen is also an extraordinary person. Her sequence is very good at treating internal injuries of the human body."
Klein, who had once seen this young lady turn into a flesh and blood monster, tear a "Weapon Master" alive and swallow a third of his flesh and blood alive, resisted the urge to twitch the corners of his eyes and nodded with a smile.
"Oh!" Helen, who had been silent since entering Evan's tailor shop, suddenly exerted force on her wrist, causing Klein, who was looking at Evan, to cry out.
There was obvious innocence in her eyes. She didn't even check the white bandage she had just put on, and stood up and walked away from Klein.
"Mr. Mitchell, you should feel it, there should be no problem."
"As long as you don't try dangerous moves again, you probably won't break it again." Evan looked at Klein's splinted left arm and concluded heartily.
It won't break again... Klein frowned subconsciously and looked down at the carefully tied bandages with complicated eyes.
Why did Mr. Evan's words just now seem to have a kind of magic power? Although they were not mixed with any extraordinary factors, they made me subconsciously feel offended...
Judging from past experience, how could this kind of advice, which is not even as good as a statement to hurt a friend, make me feel awkward?
But after all, after accepting others' kindness, Klein quickly adjusted himself and said sincerely to Helen, who stayed close to Evan, and to Evan, who helped him find a doctor and saved a fortune in medical bills:
"Thank you both. If it weren't for your help, my injury might have become more serious."
After briefly thanking him, Klein touched his belly half-heartedly, pretended to take out the pocket watch hidden inside his uniform, and said with a smile:
"I didn't expect it was already this time. I still have some things to do, so I won't disturb you in preparing dinner."
As he spoke, he paused for a moment, and then said slowly:
"Well, I won't stay in Backlund for too long. If you two need help in the future, you can go to a good friend of mine. His name is Sherlock Moriarty. You can and should do it in "
I saw his advertisement in the Backlund Post."
Although the status of these two people is on the edge of the law, the help the other party gave him still made Klein, who has always been tolerant in this regard, choose to repay.
After rejecting Mr. Evan's offer to refuse, Klein, who had almost recovered, took the initiative to say goodbye. Taking advantage of the darkness that was quietly falling, he took the initiative to leave the tailor shop in the alley.
The Sequence 8 "provocateur" stood at the corner until Klein disappeared from his good night vision before returning to his small shop.
He was not worried about whether the other party would reveal his and Helen's true identities to the church. Let's not talk about how much this tailor shop was worth. As long as there was some blood that Helen deliberately left when treating Klein's wound just now, he would
You can be sure that after the other party betrays you, you can kill him cruelly.
It is extremely easy for a "Rose Bishop" to leave low-sequence blood.
"I've seen him." Helen, who was nestling near the stove and rubbing her hands constantly, said suddenly.
"What?" Evan turned around and asked subconsciously.
Helen, who seemed a little uninterested and a little depressed, thought about it and decided to tell the truth.
"He is the one who escaped when I helped the Zigman Party deal with their opponents last time."
In the last battle, Klein was also scratched and injured by spears and whips made of flesh and blood, and the smell of these brief exposures to blood was enough for "Bishop Rose" to remember him.
Evan, whose body was slightly tense, suddenly fell silent. After a few seconds, he released his clenched left fist.
"Okay, let's eat. I met that madman today. I feel like I need delicious food to make up for the damage to my soul."
He smiled indifferently, bent down and opened a wooden box under his workbench, and a burst of cold air came out.
After groping for a while, he pulled out a piece of flesh and blood whose original appearance could not be seen and was covered with white frost, and carefully placed it on the plate.
Then he went to prepare the normal food without turning around to check the results of the plate of flesh and blood.
It wasn't until the sound of the shuttle devouring flesh and blood was heard behind him that Evan gradually sped up the movements of his hands and involuntarily recalled the name Mr. Mitchell said just now.
"Sherlock Moriarty..."
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On the edge of the East District, Klein rented a simple room for a day in the morning.
"This room has not been invaded."
Zheng!
The coin, which reflected the dim light of the gas lamp, was thrown away high. After spinning for a few weeks, it fell steadily back into Klein's right palm.
Looking at the familiar avatar pattern, Klein let out a sigh of relief and no longer worried.
This is the East District. If there is no protection at all, one day is enough for a thief or boss to empty out the things he left in the room.
With some difficulty, Klein dug out the clothes and various ritual items he had hidden under the damp sheets.
He glanced at his left arm, which was tightly wrapped in bandages. Without hesitation, he held the silver dagger in his right hand, expressing his spirituality.
In the newly built spiritual wall, I walked four steps backward and climbed onto the gray mist.
The large and small color blocks were still scattered, and the thick gray mist occupied most of them. Amidst the roaring and murmuring that seemed to never stop, Klein saw black streaks flying out of his spirit body. After just struggling for a moment, he
It was quickly annihilated in the flowing mist.
Finally, the automatic "sterilization" of the gray mist ended, and the familiar coldness of the stone high-backed chair occupied Klein's back.
Sure enough, the fight with Lanreus just now was contaminated by the aura of the true Creator...
Um?
Klein suddenly felt a sense of discomfort. On his body, which was no longer sore because he was a spirit body, a small blood-colored mist-like insect squirmed out of his left arm and disappeared before he could struggle.
Is this the work of the "Rose Bishop" just now?
He frowned subconsciously, but quickly calmed down.
Evan and Helen, who are both wild Beyonders, must also be worried about their identities being exposed. This is understandable self-protection.
Klein nodded slowly, but his face remained solemn. In reality, the corner of his mouth had been frozen, and the faint smile disappeared.
In reality just now, although he seemed lively and complained about Evan and Helen, in fact, how could he walk out of Lanerwus and reappear so quickly, and after crushing himself deeply, he burned from the depths of his soul?
Anger.
"Only now do I really understand the meaning of 'Joker'. He doesn't just have to smile at life. Sometimes he is like a joke. Chain-blade cane, kill sequence five, 'stand-in', what's the use of these?
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"I thought I had improved a lot compared to when I was in Tingen. Although I haven't really improved in terms of sequence, with the help of extraordinary items, I can also reach the strength of mid-sequence. But it's really ridiculous. I can't even resist.
There is no room for it..."
With a sarcastic smile on his lips, Klein looked up at the other side of the long bronze table and spoke in a low voice.
"Isn't it?"
With the hood stacked on his neck, "Mysterious" with soft facial features and still pale skin, quietly stared at "himself" with gloomy eyes, thought for a moment, and replied:
"It's not your fault that you overlooked the 'Hanged Man' factor."
"But I also have you standing behind me." Klein subconsciously rebutted the excuse he made for himself.
"Secret" seemed to have heard something funny and laughed.
"Standing behind you, didn't you voluntarily give up my help to you?"
"If you also have outside help, as long as you stand in front of Lanerwus, that little 'scammer' will be unable to hold his head up and take the initiative to kill himself."
He adjusted his slightly casual posture and placed his right hand against his cheek.
"Soothsayer", "Stealer", and "Apprentice", silently reciting the three sequences encompassed by the authority of "Secret", Klein subconsciously imagined what it would be like if the hypothesis raised by the bust came true.
But this idea only existed for a second before he directly rejected it.
Just like the choice he made in the first place, revenge must rely on his own strength.
"Secret", who was holding his chin and staring at him, let out a snort, and there was no emotion in his completely black eyes.
Klein, who was also unwilling to continue this topic, immediately looked away and thought about the last roar he heard before he fell into coma.
Although he gained part of the power of the true Creator, he must have also paid a lot, and the gradual confusion of his consciousness at that time must be one of them.
However, he claimed that he would not change his hiding place and would not tell the members of the Aurora Society about meeting me. He even wanted me to go to the church to report him. Why is this?
Is this another fraud, or is it another form of "asking for help" from the heart?
"What a bastard. I have no choice at all. No matter which one it is, I will report it to the church through the Tarot Club. Such a dangerous terrorist can only be considered safe if he is purified by the church as soon as possible." Klein hated it.
Thinking about it, his teeth kept rubbing together, and he put down his hands feebly.
I'm still too weak. If I'm strong enough, I might be able to kill this bastard alone. I'll keep him today instead of passing the danger to the Nighthawks who need to be responsible for the cleanup activities...
Klein lowered his head, and after being silent for a long time, he said in a deep voice without warning:
"I want to ask for your help."
"Huh?" "Secret" raised his eyebrows with slight interest.
Klein, who was serious again, raised his head and spoke in a calm voice.
"I want to ask you to help me recover from my injuries. I will pay the price myself through the Tarot Club and ask the members of Backlund to report Lanerwus."
"Even if I cannot directly give him the verdict he deserves, I will witness the entire process as a representative of all the victims of Tingen."